


(maybe) i'm just a kid in love

by CasualMaraudering



Category: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Genre: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, And so gay, Awkward Romance, Baby Regulus Black, French Sirius Black, Gay Sirius Black, Holding Hands, Love Confessions, M/M, Marauders Fest 2020, Sirius Black Being Awkward, and dramatic, just two lads being painfully awkward
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2021-02-12
Updated: 2021-02-12
Packaged: 2021-03-18 02:54:50
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,768
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28985190
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/CasualMaraudering/pseuds/CasualMaraudering
Summary: He's not going to college after high school, nope. He'll go to jail instead, because he's going to murder Lily Evans. And possibly McKinnon. Just for good measure./or: Sirius has a crush on someone, but refuses to say anything about his mysterious boy to his friends. In the end, it takes blocking Lily on his socials for it all to work out.
Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin
Comments: 22
Kudos: 107
Collections: Marauders Fest 2020





	(maybe) i'm just a kid in love

As much as Sirius hates to admit it, this is entirely, completely, _undoubtedly_ , 100% his own fault.

You see, none of this would have happened if he learned to keep his damn mouth _shut._ That’s all he needed to do - suck up his sorrows, bury them deep inside like the Black he is, and shut the fuck up, take it to his damn grave - never say _anything._ Especially to _James._

Sirius loves him more than life itself, but he also acknowledges that James is not perfect. What he is, in fact, is the biggest fucking blabbermouth in the history of human race. He’ll tell his friends anything and everything. And that’s usually fine, cause Sirius is on the top of the chain of James’s friends group - he learns it all first, before anyone else. Nine times out of ten, he doesn’t mind in the slightest; it’s amusing to listen to gossip or everyday drama.

The problem is, this time, this one-out-of-fucking-ten case, this absolute disaster of a situation, is _about_ Sirius. Worse, even, it’s something _Sirius_ had told James, without meaning to say anything, _ever._ A slip of the tongue in a moment of weakness, that’s what it was.

And here he is now, dressed in sweats and some old band t-shirt, sitting on the floor of James’s bedroom, contemplating whether jumping out of the window would be enough to get him out of this situation. His friends, in the meantime, are - _of course -_ busy gossiping about him and sticking their nose into things they shouldn’t.

“Are you gonna tell us who he is yet?”

“No,” is Sirius’s reply - simple as that. He’s been repeating that one word over and over for the past hour. It has him thinking about when his brother was three and it was his absolute favourite word in the entire world. All he would say is _‘No, no, no!’_ while stumping his little toddler feet, all while wearing socks with bunnies on them. Sirius hopes he at least doesn’t sound like a little kid throwing a temper tantrum.

He _feels_ like one, though. It’s a stupid thing to get so worked up about, he’s very aware. There’s worse things to worry about than your friends knowing you have a crush on someone.

But simply having a crush is one thing - having a crush on one of your closest friends is a completely different thing. A territory Sirius doesn’t want to step on (even though he already knows he’s knee deep in it, and it keeps pulling him in like quicksand)(quicksand is one of Reggie’s new favourite things, ever since Sirius gifted him a book about deserts, so the analogy comes to him immediately, seeing as it’s all he’s heard about for _weeks)._

No one can know. They already know too much, anyway. Sirius has been out for years - to his closest friends, at least - so the _‘potential list of poor sods Sirius might have a hard on for’_ (Lily named it) only includes names of boys. It’s only a matter of time until someone (probably Lily) connects the dots and reaches the right name, the only name he cares about.

The name of the boy sitting at his left. Wearing a pale yellow sweater, far too big on him, to the point his hands are entirely covered by the long sleeves, and baby blue overalls covered in little bees Sirius laughed at but _he_ said he could make work. With pale purple hair, dyed so long ago his roots are showing and all the colour is almost gone, and _he_ said he hates it and wants his natural hair back and yet Sirius thinks he looks fit for a magazine cover.

Remus. _His_ Remus.

Well… not _his_ his. Probably never will be truly, properly _his._ If Sirius could have his way, Remus would have a golden band on his finger and his ID would say _Black_ rather than Lupin. But that’s just fantasies he has.

That, and, well… he’s 19. That might be _a_ _bit_ too soon to think about marriage. But it’s not like it’ll ever actually happen, so he lets himself have his stupid fantasies about wedding cakes and the suit Remus would wear (Sirius has it all mapped out - Remus would look _exquisite_ in navy blue). And he’d get them a chocolate fountain just because Remus is a proper chocoholic and Sirius will do just about anything to make him happy, _and_ they’d go on a honeymoon to Paris cause it’s _the city of love,_ but also where Sirius grew up so he knows all the right spots, and he can charm Remus with French pastries and lovely cafes, and they could take walks around the Versailles gardens and kiss next to the Eiffel tower-

“Hey, lover boy, I asked you a question.”

Leave it up to one Lily Jane Evans to, as always, ruin all of his fantasies.

She did that once already, over a year ago, when she and Remus briefly dated for a few months. It was torture of it’s own special kind, even if they did eventually decide they’re much better off as friends. Sirius still feels that terrible squeeze in his chest when he sees the two of them being a little _too_ friendly _._

“Maybe I don’t care to answer it,” Sirius dismisses her quickly. “As much as I love all of you, this is _my_ private business, and it doesn’t concern you.”

“But that’s the thing,” James interrupts. “You’re our friend. _Your_ private business is _our_ private business. Especially when we can do something about it.”

“You _can’t.”_

“Yes, we can,” Remus chimes in. “We’ll help you get that guy to like you. Even if you don’t want to tell us who he is.”

 _Because_ he _is actually_ you, Sirius wants to say. But he doesn’t. Because he’s a coward. But he’s already made peace with that ages ago.

“How about you tell us _something_ about him, at least,” James suggests, nudging Sirius with his foot.

Sirius could kick him, honestly.

“Like what,” he replies, with the least amount of interest he can put into his words. He really wouldn’t mind advice - seeing as he’s never had a boyfriend, or ever attempted to get one - but it’s not like has even a glimpse of a chance. And there’s too many risks to try.

“What he likes,” Peter starts listing off. “What he majors in, what’s his favourite things, maybe what he likes to do after school, who he hangs out with-”

“Would you also like his blood type and social security number? Or his mother’s maiden name?”

“Stop being so difficult,” Lily groans. “We need _something_ to know how to get this to work, and then you can stop being so damn miserable all the time.”

“I’m not _miserable!”_

“You keep looking out the window in physics and you _sigh._ Quite dramatically. And I know for a fact you haven’t turned in a single worksheet Johnson gave us, which means you’re too busy brooding in class to actually do any proper work. You’re gay and sad.”

“Aren’t I all the time?”

“Sirius-”

“I don’t _want_ help,” Sirius groans, falling back to just lie down on the floor, and hopefully die. It might be a bit dramatic, yes, but the situation calls for it (and James actually has a very soft carpet in his bedroom). “It’s hopeless anyway! He doesn’t like me, I know it.”

“Okay, how about that,” James completely ignores everything Sirius had just said - because of course. “He’s in our school, right? Give us that much.”

Sirius closes his eyes, feeling a headache coming in.

“Yeah. He is.”

“Do you have any classes together at all?”

“Yeah, the lit-”

There it is, _again._ Sirius gets too caught up in his mind and the comfort of James’s words and James’s stupid fluffy red carpet that he doesn’t bother remembering he _shouldn’t say things._

He proceeds to ignore everyone’s gasps or noises of triumph.

“Rem, you’re with him in the lit class!” James announces, and Sirius thinks he might be on trial for murder in a couple days with how this is going. “Any potential candidates?”

“I wouldn’t know, really,” Remus shrugs - well, from his vantage point (he’s not quite done wallowing in his self pity on the floor yet, thanks) Sirius can’t really see him, but he knows Remus better than anything. He can tell. “I never noticed him staring at anyone. He usually just doodles in my notebooks or we pass notes or something.”

 _Because I took that class cause I knew you’d take it,_ Sirius thinks to himself, again, as Lily said, sad and gay, _otherwise I’d never take a literature class, but this one has your favourite books in the curriculum and I needed at least one class with you cause I can't stand not to see you all day._

Suddenly someone punches Sirius in the knee. It’s not very hard, but he still groans, and decides he might as well sit up.

“We have a pair project soon,” Remus says to him - he’s the one that just smacked him, probably. “Ask him to work with you.”

“No.”

“I won’t tell,” Remus urges. “You know me, I’m not a gossip like _James.”_

“Hey! I-”

“I don’t think it’s gonna be very effective. Schoolwork isn’t very romantic and all.”

“It’s an excuse to spend time together,” Peter says. “A week or two of meeting after class, you’ll get closer to each other. And then you can ask him out.”

They’re not gonna drop it. Sirius knows. They’ll keep grilling him about it until he either caves or someone connects the dots. And it’s not that hard to figure it out, now that they know they’re both in that one literature course. Eventually someone will have some sort of epiphany and realize _oh, Sirius has had it bad for Remus since pretty much the beginning of mankind._ (Or, more accurately, two years. But it feels like forever and a half to him.)

So Sirius has a plan. He’ll scout out the boys in the classroom on Monday, pick someone who’s decent looking and ask him to pair together for the project. Faking a crush might be going a bit too far, but Sirius doesn’t care - it’s not like he ever plans on asking out either the fake or the real crush. His plan is, in fact, to just wallow in his sadness until his death bed, watching Remus get married, have a bunch of babies, and generally live a blissful life without Sirius.

Lily would call him dramatic if she could hear his thoughts right now. But he’s still a teenager, and he’s in high school, which means that his crush not liking him back is obviously the most disastrous thing could ever befall him.

Hell, he'll get married to a random guy from that English class if it means Remus doesn't find out.

“Okay. I’ll do it.”

*

They’re told to do the project with their deskmate. Which means Sirius is doing it with Remus.

It’s both a blessing and a curse, understandably.

Blessing, because his stupid, _stupid_ naive heart cannot wait to spend possibly several hours with Remus and _just_ Remus, getting to hear him babble about literature and language and dialogue and linguistics - shit Sirius doesn’t know a single thing about but could listen to Remus talking for _hours_. Curse, because now that the project plan failed, his friends made a groupchat dedicated to working out new means of getting Sirius to ask out his Mystery Man or whatever they want to call him.

Sirius ignores them, as much as he can. He mutes the chat, doesn’t indulge them (he hopes they’ll eventually get bored, or Sirius can just say that he’s over his crush in a few weeks - _ha),_ and when one horrible, _horrible_ evening Lily texts him _“I know it’s Remus”_ he does the one rational thing he can do - blocks her on literally every social media he has, and pretends it never happened. If anyone asks, Sirius has never known anyone named Lily Evans.

Sirius has football practice every other day after school, and piano on Tuesdays, so he invites Remus to his house on Thursday. His parents are away (it’s not like they’re ever home to begin with, but whatever - Sirius is long past crying about it), so he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Well, aside stress cleaning his room and making sure Nina - the caretaker of the house, and Reg’s nanny - knows he will have a guest over and so Sirius doesn’t have to take care of Regulus for the evening. He mentions it’s a boy from school that’s coming over, and Nina tells him he’s to keep his bedroom door wide open. He stutters through explaining that it’s not _like that,_ but she tells him that’s just a house rule. (She’s like a mom to him - his actual mother doesn’t even know he’s gay, and if she did, there’d be _much_ different consequences rather than just having to keep his door open when a boy comes over.)

All things considered, Sirius is relatively calm that day. He gets home before Remus can come over, so he does his homework while watching Regulus play in the sitting room - he’s quietly assembling some sort of structure out of his blocks, though Sirius isn’t quite sure what it is. A couple stuffed animals sit in the middle of a round wall, so it’s probably a house or a castle.

Or maybe a prison. Reg snuck up on him while he watched that one Alcatraz documentary, and has been consistently insisting Sirius tells him everything there is to tell about it (Sirius would worry, but honestly, Reg also sleeps in a bed full of plush animals, and sometimes still comes to sleep in Sirius’s bed with him - he’s an odd one, but he’s still pretty much a baby).

Reg’s structure manages to grow quite significantly (judging by the handful of nutcracker figurines stationed by the entrance to said structure, it _is_ a prison) by the time Sirius's phone chimes off with a bunch of notifications.

**from: moonsy**

_holy fuck your house is huge_

_i mean i knew you were rich but. holy f u k_

_i feel extremely underdressed_

_should i have worn a tie???_

**to: moonsy**

_stfu its just my house_

**from: moonsy**

_dude. its fancy_

_its like a victorian mansion or sthg_

_im at the door come get me_

**to: moonsy**

_omw_

**from: prongs**

_lily says unblock her_

_and ur a coward_

_her words_

_why did you block her??_

**to: prongs**

_she bullies me_

_tell her to fuck off_

**from: prongs**

_she says u deserve it_

**to: prongs**

🖕

He makes sure Regulus is busy with his own thing (mumbling to himself about his plush bunny which is apparently on trial for arson - where his 5 year old brother learned what _arson_ is, he's not sure), and then rushes to the foyer. He wouldn't want to keep Remus waiting for long, or have Nina answer the door and embarrass him.

Remus is dressed in an oversized hoodie and what appear to be yoga pants (Sirius doesn't want to think about it or he might actually combust), and he appears to be fixated on the ornate door to the house.

"Don't let it intimidate you," Sirius says to him right away. "My parents are just rich and obnoxious."

"So it's a family trait, huh?"

Sirius rolls his eyes, but steps to the side to let him in.

His gaze wonders on the fancy walls, and the paintings, and all the other rich, ornate bullshit (Sirius hates the house, truly. Aside from the library, it doesn't feel like _home_ , more like a museum). At some point he seems to realize so and starts to hastily kick off his shoes.

"I hope your bedroom isn't extremely high up," Remus says to him in a light tone. "You know I hate stairs."

"I know you hate any sort of physical exercise, judging by your vendetta against gym class."

"Just because _some people_ are stupidly sporty doesn't mean I should have to do stupid things like running or basketball-"

"Or stretches, which are actually good for you?" Sirius nudges him. Remus shoves him right back with a laugh. The touch makes Sirius's stomach tighten and his cheeks flush.

_"Qui est-ce?"_

They both turn to see Regulus standing in the hall, half hiding behind a cabinet. He's quite wary of strangers, especially ones coming into their house.

"I forgot you have a little brother," Remus says with a big smile. Sirius thanks the universe and his cursed, wretched parents for deciding to have another kid when Sirius was already 14. Boys like guys who are good with kids, right?

"His name is Reg. He just turned 5 a couple months ago," Sirius says proudly (his brother is his pride and joy, as embarrassing as it is to say it) and then turns to Reggie, who's currently eyeing Remus very carefully.

“This is Remus, but you can call him Moony,” he says, slowly, then repeating it again, in French. Reg has a decent grasp on English already (their mother wouldn't have it any other way), but Sirius still likes to take it easy on him, and not speak it unless they have to. And it feels much more natural to speak French to Reg. English feels much more foreign when Sirius talks to his family. “We go to school together. _Mon camarade de classe."_

“Moon-y,” Regulus says curiously, furrowing his brows - already has the stern expression of a Black. Learns fast, that one. _“La lune?”_

 _“Oui,”_ Sirius replies simply, smiling quickly to Remus, mouthing a quick 'sorry'. _“C’est un surnom.”_ A nickname, he explains. He doesn't bother with English out loud anymore - after all, as cute Reg might be (even if he hates being called so), Remus is here so he and Sirius can spend a blissful couple hours alone doing _schoolwork_ of all things.

Something shifts in Reggie’s expression - his eyebrows shoot up, and he looks up at Sirius with understanding.

_“Votre lune. Vous dites ‘ma lune’. C'est lui?”_

Sirius has never been more glad that Remus took Russian instead of French at school.

Yes, he might, sometimes _, occasionally_ , when no one hears (or he _thought_ no one hears - clearly, Reg has been nosy), call Remus _his_ moon. It’s pathetic, yes, and definitely sad, but so is he.

Regulus doesn’t seem content with the lack of Sirius’s answer.

 _”Va-tu te marier?”_ Ha. Only in Sirius’s wildest dreams, maybe.

 _“Va jouer,"_ he says quickly, taking Remus by the wrist and dragging him away. Nina seems to be giggling in the kitchen. Sirius only glares at her in passing. _Traitors._

Once they're up the stairs and in the hallway, far away so he's sure no one hears, he exhales.

"Sorry," he sheepishly says. "I usually hang out with him in the evenings, he must've followed me out to the foyer."

"The foyer," Remus mumbles in a tone that Sirius likes to call 'Remus absolutely despising the rich'. He does it a lot. "I don't mind," he adds after a moment. "He's very sweet."

"You don't even know what he said."

"Well, he seemed sweet," Remus shrugs with a smile.

And Sirius is still holding his wrist - which, once he's aware of, he lets go awkwardly, and then quickly takes a left to his bedroom.

It's nothing special - modern, unlike many rooms in the house (Sirius refused to have a bedroom with anything that even slightly resembled baroque, no thanks). He tried his best to make it clean, but also make it seem he wasn't trying very hard. Which… he was. He was trying _extremely_ hard. But Remus doesn't need to know.

They awkwardly stand in the middle of the room for a bit, Remus looking around, and Sirius unsure what to say. His hands are sweating and they're not even doing _anything_. He's hung out with Remus hundreds of times but now, apparently, he's lost the ability to talk.

"You play guitar?"

Right. Sirius forgot he moved his guitar here from the music room.

He has a funny feeling Remus will call him a posh prick if he even mentions he has a music room, so, he doesn't.

"A little," Sirius replies, looking anywhere but at Remus. "I'm not very good. I mainly play piano. This is just… something that I do sometimes when I'm bored."

Or when he's being particularly sad about his stupid crush. He can play Taylor Swift songs, because he knows Remus likes her. Sirius is pathetic enough to have a list of all of Remus's favourite songs, and is steadily learning how to play them all.

" So, uhm… you wanna start working?"

_No, I just want to look at you all day, for forever, or even longer._

"Sure."

*

It takes them a couple hours to make the presentation and jot down the general notes. They chose Jane Austen as their topic, and she's Remus's favourite author (Sirius knew that already, of course), so they have more material than necessary.

More often than enough, Remus will go slightly off topic and launch into a mini lecture - Sirius thinks he's a little bit in love every time he does that. There's just something about the way Remus smiles, and how his eyes shine when he's that passionate about something he likes this much.

He's infuriatingly pretty and Sirius wants to scream.

There's only so much they can do in one day, so, at some point, Sirius's laptop is pushed away, and they're sat on the floor together (their thighs are _touching_ ) discussing irrelevant things, like smoothie flavours, or new Netflix releases.

They're talking about Buzzfeed Unsolved of all things when Sirius's day promptly turns from pretty good to absolutely disgustingly terrible.

He's got his phone inbetween them, and they're watching compilations of the best moments of the show. Their heads are tilted together, Remus's head is basically _on Sirius's shoulder_ , and Sirius can _smell his hair_. It's pure bliss.

He gets a notification. And since his phone is tilted to the side, it covers pretty much half the screen.

**message from: Marlene McKinnon**

_lily tells me u need to tell remus u have a big gay crush on him or she-_

He shoves his phone towards himself and swipes at the notification, but he knows. He knows Remus saw. He must have.

He's not going to college after high school, nope. He'll go to jail instead, because he's going to murder Lily Evans. And possibly McKinnon. Just for good measure.

They sit in silence, Sirius squeezing his phone tight in his hand, swallowing harshly. Remus isn't saying anything, he barely even moved. Sirius can't be sure if he's mad or upset or thinks it's funny because he can't even get himself to _look_ , yet alone _ask_.

"Uhm," Sirius mumbles meekly, slowly feeling himself hyperventilate. He won't cry - his mother pavloved him into being unable to cry when people are around, and that's far too fucked up to even think about currently - but he feels like he is. His breaths are coming in shallow and quick, and there's a sick feeling to his stomach. "We can-.. I-I.. can w-we just pretend this never happened? Please?"

Remus - the brilliant, terrible bastard - takes Sirius's hand in his own. _He takes his hand_. And then looks up at Sirius finally.

He's not mad. He's not yelling, not making a scene, not storming off. He's _smiling._

" I kind of suspected," he replies. Sirius feels like every single cell in his body is on fire. "Or, well…. hoped."

"Uhm," Sirius says eloquently. He thinks his brain might have fried.

"You doodle in my notebook a lot," Remus continues, now bowing his head down again. Either Sirius is insane - which right now he might be, cause he truly believes he's hallucinating - or Remus is _blushing_. "You- you draw hearts. Sometimes. I didn't want to assume, but… this is the only class we share this term. And you had no reason to choose a literature class. No other than-... than me."

Sirius is dying. This is it. He's going to die, on his bedroom floor, with his crush holding his hand.

" So, uhm-" Sirius tries speaking, suddenly aware he does, in fact, own working vocal cords."Does- what does that-"

"I like you," Remus whispers, so quiet Sirius barely hears. "A lot. I have for a while."

Sirius just blinks for a moment. Remus just said _that_. Remus Lupin just said _he likes him_.

He owes Lily a year's worth of Starbucks. (And unblocking her.)

"Will you go out with me?" Sirius asks quickly - perhaps too quickly, his words muddling together. "I mean- you don't have to, but… I want to go on a date. With you. If you want. But it's cool if you don't. "

"I'd like that, yeah."

"Okay," Sirius replies, still processing the situation, honestly. "Cool. That's- that's cool."

Remus nods, and takes Sirius's phone from him, unlocking it (his password is his brother's name, really not hard to guess) and pressing play on the video they've been watching. He lies his head on Sirius's shoulder, their fingers joined together.

Sirius rests his head on Remus's hair. His heart is still racing. Probably will be for a while. For the rest of his life, most likely.

He kisses Remus's head gently (both hoping Remus doesn't feel it and also that he does) and keeps watching the video.

*

He lays awake later that night, painfully replaying everything that happened, and just how extremely awkward and stupid he'd been. They only _held hands_ , and that was apparently enough to get Sirius's brain to have an actual malfunction. He doesn't even want to think about what will happen when they kiss- _if_ they kiss.

He's never had a boyfriend before, never even kissed anyone. Will Remus mind just how awkward he acts? Will he be embarrassed? Remus had a girlfriend before, he must think Sirius is stupidly shy cause they didn't even kiss and they were practically boyfriends, they held hands for an hour and that was it, and now Remus must think he's lame, and not cool, and who would want a boyfriend that's too shy to even kiss you when given the chance-

His phone lights up on his nightstand.

**from: moonsy**

_i had fun today_

_it was really nice_

**to: moonsy**

_me too_

_sry it was just that haha_

Apparently, he has to be awkward even through the phone, huh?

**from: moonsy**

_wdym?_

**to: moonsy**

_like_

_sry we didnt kiss or anything_

_you prb expected more than me being lame_

There's something special about texting, especially when he's tired and it's dark, that makes all of Sirius's inhibitions weaker, and he's starting to think that's not at all a good thing.

**from: moonsy**

_no!! it was nice_

_tbh im glad u didnt kiss me_

_wait no_

_that sounds bad_

_i mean_

_id like to go out with you first. for a proper date_

_and then we can see with the whole kissing thing_

_yknow. when were both not absolutely stupidly awkward and stressed_

_immediately making out right after we start dating is another media ploy that ppl shouldnt take to heart_

**to: moonsy**

_love breaking stupid high school tv stereotypes_ ✌️

_so are we dating?_

Sirius will fall into a coma from all the stress he's subjected himself under today, he's sure.

**from: moonsy**

_u asked me on a date so_

_but u can ask abt that too_

**to: moonsy**

_do you want to be my boyfriend?_

_even if im super lame and almost died cuz we held hands?_

**from: moonsy**

_yes id like to be your boyfriend_

_because im also lame and was too shy to kiss your cheek when i was leaving_

**to: my moons ❤️❤️**

_asdjhfsjdanfkj_

_good thing u didnt_

_im pretty sure my brother was watching us again_

_cant be corrupting the youth_

**from: my moons❤️❤️**

_right right_

_well just have to reserve all the potential makeout sessions to my house i guess_

**to: my moons❤️❤️**

_ik i was too awkward to kiss you like three hrs ago but im giddy and dying and i literally cannot wait to stupidly make out with you everywhere_

_like not to have no chill but_

_i may or may not have a list_

**from: my moons ❤️❤️**

_send it to me_

_cuz i may or may not have my own_

_we can compare notes_

**to [group chat]: sirius's mystery man**

_hey losers guess who has a boyfriend now_

**Author's Note:**

> all i have to say is french blacks and baby reg is what i live for thank u goodnight


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